Sleep Paralysis

He awoke suddenly, his eyes opening on an unfamiliar ceiling. He cast his mind back to what had happened before he'd gone to sleep. He'd been... in the nurse's office. His AP math class was writing an exam and he'd neglected to study for it, fortuitously coming down with a migraine the period before the test. Napping was always preferable to failing an exam, even if the cot was squishy, smelled like disinfectant, and had likely seen the ills of thousands of students before him. His wandering thoughts were sufficiently distracting that he didn't notice anything was wrong until he tried to sit up. And couldn't. Then he tried to voice his surprise, and found it had deserted him.

With a growing sense of panic, his eyes roved in his head, taking in as much of the room as he could see with his peripheral vision. Everything seemed normal, the table across the room holding plasters, rubbing alcohol, and cotton swabs was as dull as it had been when he arrived, the other cot was still empty, and the nurse's desk was piled with students' files. Then there was movement by the foot of his bed. The school nurse stepped into his line of sight.

She had a large smile plastered on her wide face, an act that made her pudgy cheeks expand and her eyes squint. She was shuffling towards him, her rolls waddling and waving underneath her nurse's smock. His voice still wouldn't obey him, but likely would have failed him a second time when her short, fat fingers began unbuttoning her smock, her smile never wavering.

He watched, horrified, as the garment fell to the floor and she slowly unzipped the skirt that was holding in the voluminous thighs and angry red stretch marks that were revealed a second later. Underneath she wore a faded black thong that cut angrily into the flesh that dripped off her ample hips. It was only out done by a pilled bra that had been tinged grey with wash and wear. When the latter was removed, her breasts sagged like empty sacks hung on stretch marks that were pale and numerous. If he had believed in a god, he would have been praying unrepentantly for the spectacle to end. Instead, he could only watch as she smiled the disconcerting smile.

The loss of her thong revealed a baby smooth and hairless vagina that somehow seemed worse than the tangled thatch he had been half expecting. She was at his bedside now, clothes strewn behind her, and when she leaned forward, her slack breasts swinging, placing a hand on his chest he realized he was naked. His sense of panic, if possible, increased.

What was she doing? Had he been drugged? He'd taken what he thought had been a painkiller before going to sleep, had he been tricked?

The nurse must have seen his growing desperation because her smile grew impossibly wide, her face now close enough that he could count the individual teeth. It seemed, irrationally, that there were too many of them in her mouth.

Her hand slid downwards, making a trail through the sheen of sweat covering his terrified body, through his public hair, until she reached his penis. He could just discern the gleam in her slitted eyes as she wrapped her fist around its width. She pulled her hand firmly from base to tip, and he swallowed in fearful revulsion.

To his brief relief, she removed her hand, only to place it on the other side of his hip, and lever herself onto the bed. He felt the mattress sink under her weight, and heard the bed frame creak. When she moved her bulk to straddle his hips, pressing his dick against his pelvic bone, he thought that he may be permanently scarred. He was pressed firmly into the mattress, her thighs and calves engulfing his legs, and the flab of her ass conforming into the small space above his balls. As she placed her hands on his chest, the rolls of her stomach tumbled onto his abdomen, her breasts slapping the pudge of her arms. He noted with a roiling in his stomach that her nipples were pebbled with arousal. He closed his eyes in desperation.

Using his chest for leverage, she began sliding her slit along his limp penis, and it was obvious from the ease of the action that she was dripping. He found that he could feel the flabby lips of her vagina parted around his cock as they slipped sloppily back and forth. Cursing the libido of a seventeen year-old, he felt himself harden. He squeezed his eyes tighter, afraid that if he opened them, her maniacal grin would have gotten impossibly wider.

Telling himself that it was lack of oxygen because of her position on his chest, with his eyes closed, he began to enjoy the feeling of her slick and smooth cunt gliding along the underside of his penis. The harder it became, however, the more painful the exercise was. When she lifted herself slightly, his groin was relieved, and when she impaled herself on his pole, his mouth opened in a silent cry.

Her pussy was hot and tight, and for a moment he relished its silky grip. He could feel her arousal dripping down around his balls, along his ass crack and into the mattress, but could no longer summon up the revulsion he had before. It's hard to protest when your cock is trapped in a heavenly vice. Or maybe that was lack of oxygen.

Slowly, her vagina slid up his length, and then the nurse dropped her weight abruptly, sending his dick deep into her many folds. The bed bounced beneath them, and up she went again, gaining momentum as she screwed him into the mattress.

Up and down and up and down, she bobbed relentlessly on his shaft, her pussy lips folded around him, suckling his cock. If he could have made a sound, he would have been moaning ceaselessly. She was tireless in her endeavour, though he would have thought that a woman of her girth would not have had the stamina she so obviously did. He didn't think about why this was happening, he was just enjoying the frantic snap of her hips, cushioned against his pelvis by her flab, the sweat lubricating their bodies and adding to the squelch and gurgle of their coupling. Neither did he think about her weight on his chest. The burning friction of her hairless cunt was nirvana; by this point, oxygen was irrelevant.

He could hear her pants, and tried to focus on the wet slap as her fat engulfed him again and again. She was moving faster now, her movements slightly jerky and her hips grinding into his on every down-thrust. His pubic hair was soaked, as were his hips and thighs, balls and bed. His testicles, bouncing against low thread-count sheets, were hot and tight. Suddenly, she stopped and, grinding her cunt into his pelvis, let out a high keening sound. Her heat pulsed around him, clenching rhythmically around his cock. Still paralysed, he felt the constriction of his balls and longed to buck his hips deep into her fleshy rolls and ejaculate.

Her cunt spasmed twice more before going slack, and a rush of cum cascaded around his still-erect cock, drenching his balls with warm, sticky fluid. She didn't seem to have finished, however, because she ground into him still, her smooth, engorged clit and pussy lips abrading against the hair at the base of his penis. Frantically she frotted, taking as much of him into her as was possible through her layers of flesh. A few moments later, her cunt contracted until his dick was caught painfully inside her, and she gave a piercing, inhuman wail.

His eyes flew open to find her face inches from his, her smile still detectable even as her mouth stretched wide and taut, displaying many, inhumanly pointed teeth. She lunged toward him, the scream still echoing from her throat, and he cringed, his face scrunched, wanting to bring his hands up to protect himself, to push her away, anything.

He sat bolt upright, gulping lungfuls of oxygen. He was in the nurse's office, the first-aid table across from him was as dull as it had been when he arrived, and the other cot remained empty, but the nurse's desk was tidy, and the nurse stood at the foot of his bed.

He scrambled up, eyes wide, backing into the headboard and pulling the discarded sheet into his lap to hide his painful erection. The nurse looked back at him impassively, her eyes small and beady in her fat face. He tumbled from the bed and fled the room, adjusting the constriction of his pants as he limped out.

The nurse watched as the door swung shut behind him, and smiled.